Omar Owen, age (almost) 16.  Loved 'tucking' mommy into bed, greeting daddy when he came home from work, chasing his tail,  chasing his brother Oscar- until we lost him last year; then he loved fighting with the dog (although she thought it was playing), getting bowl treats (wet food in a bowl), and last but not least he LOVED being held outside.  The smell of the fresh air must have been wonderful!
He will be sadly missed by his human family!
We are grateful to have had this many years with him.
In the end he did not suffer and for that I am grateful.
Until we meet again across the rainbow bridge...

Heather Owen (Adams)